October

Oh dear, slim pickin's this month in the image department.  So this month you only get 4.  And two are from last month!!  There are many moments I thought "I should pull my camera out for these...."

• for those great fall colours
• for that first hairy frost
• for that sunrise...yes, I see one once in a while. 

What a fast month!!
A month... 

• of new beginnings....
• of year long chronological adventures!
• of life direction/work  changes...
• of wedding invitation mail orders!
• So many things to give thanks for

 

September

And so we find ourselves in October...but a little lost in the details of life.
How does that happen?
A month of summer turning to fall.  Not losing but succumbing.  As it should be.
Of going deep into the forest.
Of seeing all my boys and girls.
And of toiling for many sunset hours on the deck...stripping, sanding, hanging out...
Of starting a challenging new study.
Of sweet friends and potatoes and coffees and art projects.
Of challenge and movement?
Of pondering new directions and relationships.
Eagerly anticipating the coming month and how life develops.
What will I write here next month at this time.
A life.
One month at a time.

August

Has August really come and gone and left half of September spent?
Time flies.
It's been a bit sparse in terms of photos for this month-in-the-life collection...but sweetly eclectic!!

It was a month of being around the house.
Of wet days. How many species of wild mushrooms can one back yard host?
Of wonderful cool, sleep with the window open nights.
Of gathering with friends for a night of live music in my living room.  Because that is where my heart wandered...
Of a stand up paddle boarding day with the four of us.  But no camera at the beach.  What?
Of buying stain for the deck that needs to be refinished so badly!
Of a fun outing to BFM and Concreations.
Of fun plans for a September camping trip and a date for eight or twelve.
Of getting the boys ready to go to....and go back to college.

And of doilies.

I am amazed at the intricate beauty in these antique bits of lace. So old.  So cherished.  I wish I knew the stories behind these amazing little pieces of art.  I wonder about the hands that made it.  The heart that gave it.    ...and the heart that cherished it all these years.  Even after it was covered with stains and the edges frayed and worn, it was still worth keeping. Much loved and precious.

Isn't life just like that sometimes?